Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.